A year later, 007 told her, "Host, Widow Wang is dead."
Yuan Chun was cooking in the wild. Her hand shook as she held the salt spoon, pouring a whole spoonful of salt into the dish, and she slightly frowned, "How did she die?"
"Hahaha, Host, she died from being too fat."
"She was three hundred and twenty pounds; she ate herself to death."
007 laughed gloatingly, "The village still practices burials, and Wang Fugui went to several coffin shops but couldn't find a suitable coffin, so he paid extra to order a custom oversized coffin."
"Wang Fugui looked for people to carry the coffin, but their reputation had long been ruined, and no one in the village wanted to carry Widow Wang's coffin. Besides, it was so heavy, especially with an oversized solid wood coffin; who could lift it? When Wang Fugui went to beg people, they still refused. Hahaha... It kills me with laughter, Host, guess what method Wang Fugui came up with?"
